Page 28 of Dominion
“Come here, boy,” Rama said, and patted the side of his bed.
Mateo walked over to the bed and sat down.
“Closer,” Rama commanded.
Mateo scooted closer. Dissatisfied with the closeness, Rama reached out, grabbing Mateo's shoulder, and yanked him back until he was laying on the bed. Then he wrapped his arms around Mateo, pulling him closer to his body.
“There, that’s better,” Rama stated, grinning as he looked down the length of Mateo’s body. He rubbed his hand over Mateo’s chest, his fingers playing with Mateo’s nipples. “How did it feel to have the god, Eloy, pump his cock and seed into you?”
It was a question that everyone seemed to want an answer to. But the answer they wanted was a lie, so Mateo told it. “It was very pleasurable, dominus. I can still feel him inside me.” That last part was true. He could still feel Eloy’s cock inside of him, and the phantom sensation haunted him. The heat of the god’s seed was seared into his memories as much as the pain of his entry was.
Rama growled low, his lust evident in the tone and in his eyes. “Oooh, to place my cock where a god’s has been is always an honor.” He ripped the loincloth from Mateo’s waist, revealing his cock and balls. “Did he touch you here?” he asked as he fondled Mateo’s shaft.
Mateo forced himself not to cringe away from the touch of his dominus, repulsive as it was. The man’s massive belly pressed harder to his side as Rama began to rub himself against Mateo.
“He did, dominus,” Mateo replied. He remembered how good it felt to have Eloy touch him in his most private area. Or how fantastic it felt to have his nipples played with. Rama was messing with his nipples now, but the effect wasn’t the same. Where Eloy’s touch had made blood rush to harden his cock, Rama’s touch was the opposite.
Again, Rama growled in lust, then leaned over, taking Mateo’s nipple into his mouth. He sucked and nipped the little nub of flesh and fantasized over how much Eloy enjoyed doing the same, as Mateo had such delectable nipples. He continued to stroke Mateo’s cock and after a few minutes, he stopped sucking the boy’s nipples and looked at him.
“Why is your cock not hard?” he asked.
Mateo cocked both eyebrows, surprised by the question, which he didn’t have a true answer that wouldn’t offend. So, he made up one that would suffice. “My body is exhausted, dominus. So much training and sore still. Apologies for not being able to perform for you.” The truth was, Rama disgusted him and he found his touch to be nauseating.
Rama frowned, his eyebrow crinkling deeply. “Apologies, indeed.” He released Mateo’s flaccid cock and sat up. “Is your cunt exhausted too?”
Actually, it was, but he knew that was also something his dominus didn’t want to hear. “No, dominus,” he lied.
“It better not be,” Rama said as he positioned himself between Mateo’s legs. “Did you oil your cunt?”
As a matter of fact, he had because the oil was so soothing there. He nodded. “Yes, dominus.”
Without saying another word, Rama positioned his dick at Mateo’s hole, then pushed. Mateo gripped the sheets and gasped in pain as once again, he was being brutally breached. His only comfort was that Rama wasn’t nearly as long or wide as Eloy had been, or even Cervantes. He spread his legs wider to allow Rama to pump his hips without his gut getting in the way.
Of course, physically, Rama was out of Eloy’s range, but that wasn’t why Mateo was repulsed by the man. This was the same man who’d offered him piss instead of water when he’d been so thirsty the first night here. Shit for food if he pressed the matter. The same man who’d thought nothing of his life and sent him into an arena to die, on top of being weak and starved. The only bit of kindness, if it could be called that, Rama had given him was solely for his own purposes as he’d given him to a god to use as Eloy saw fit. No, Rama wasn’t a man Mateo could feel desire for.
He laid still, forcing himself to stay relaxed as Rama rocked back and forth on top of him, thrusting his cock in and out of his ass as he huffed and puffed in labored breaths. Mateo wondered why men seemed to enjoy doing this so much, for he didn’t see the appeal. He’d watched, night after night, the other gladiators having sex, and the man getting a cock in his ass seemed to really like the feeling. He wondered why he’d been cheated, or were they faking it?
Rama’s hips stuttered and his body stiffened. To Mateo’s delight, it didn’t take long for his dominus to reach his climax. Several grunts later, Rama emptied his balls inside Mateo, then pulled out, collapsing on his back next to him.
“So tight… such a… tight cunt,” Rama panted.
Mateo didn’t say anything, as he wasn’t really being spoken to. He only hoped he could be dismissed now that Rama had gotten his satisfaction. A few more minutes passed, and then he got his wish. Rama called out to Cervantes, who opened the door.
“Take him back,” Rama said.
Cervantes nodded. “Yes, dominus.”
Mateo quickly climbed out of the bed, grabbing his loincloth with him, which he wrapped around his waist as he made his way out of the bedroom. Cervantes walked behind him this time and he could feel the doctore’s eyes on his back.
“Doctore?” Mateo asked after his curiosity got the better of him.
“Your cock was soft and dry, why?”
Well, that was a question he wasn’t expecting. “I’m still sore, doctore.”
“So?” Cervantes grabbed Mateo’s arm, whirling him around and slamming him against the wall. He reached under Mateo’s loincloth, grabbing his cock and began stroking. “Get hard.”
“I—I don’t know if I can, doctore,” Mateo said.
